03 Jan Sample Sunday – Don’t Forget My Offer
Unedited. Subject to change. Coming this month 😉
“I live alone.”
“Then why is this address on the paperwork?”
“Because it’s a duplex,” she snapped, then jabbed a finger toward my chest. “You need to drive around back.”
I blew out a heavy sigh, then took a step back. “You couldn’t have just said that in the first place?”
“What was it that you said that day in the office? That’s not even what you asked me.”
I narrowed my eyes, and nodded. “Aiight. Got it.”
Shaking my head, I stepped down off the porch and climbed back into the car. I hadn’t driven two feet before Reese came outside and waved me down.
She’d slid some thonged sandals on, but hadn’t put on any more clothes, and in the full sunlight… again, goddamn. She walked right up to the car, when I let the window down she leaned, dropping her head so we were face to face.
“Oh yeah,” she said, barely concealing a smirk. “She’s not at home. Your little paperwork should say somewhere that you’re authorized to drop the car off with me.”
I put a hand to my forehead, squeezing to relieve some frustration and pressure. This girl was trying to stress me to death – only possible explanation. I turned the car off and climbed out, leaving the door open for her to look around inside, but she didn’t move back. Instead, we ended up rounding each other, looking each other up and down.
“Nice khakis,” she said, once she was the one closest to the car, and then turned look at it.
I looked at it too – not the car. Reese was on the slimmer side of curvy, fit, but still nice and soft. And her ass… perfect upside-down heart over toned thighs, just a couple inches from my hands.
Well within grabbing distance.
She put her knees on the front seat, bending over into the passenger side to examine something. I stuck my hands in my pockets, and was still talking myself into looking away from those twin dimples on her back when she turned around. First, her eyes cut over to her ass, then up to me, glaring at me over her shoulder.
“Could you take a step back? My boyfriend would kill you if he saw you looking at me like that.”
I laughed. “If your boyfriend was hitting it right, I doubt I’d be looking at you like this. You’d have a much better disposition.”
“My man is hitting it just fine, asshole.”
Again, I had to laugh. “Yeah, whatever you need to say to convince yourself he ain’t wack. As a matter of fact, I don’t believe you have a man that would put up with you.”
She scoffed as she backed out of the car, and I did step away to give her some room, or her ass would have been against my dick. She got right in my face, smelling like fabuloso, and crossed her arms.
“You realize that doesn’t quite ring true when it’s obvious you can’t resist me, right?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Can’t resist you? Woman… I’d ask if you were crazy, but I already know the answer to that.”
“So I’m crazy now? I haven’t been that crazy when you couldn’t keep your eyes off me. And I bet I’m not that crazy when you’re thinking about how you’re going to fabricate another interaction with me.”
“I’m fabricating interactions?” – that was true, but whatever – “What about you purposely picking fights?”
She smirked. “I haven’t picked any fights with you – I haven’t backed down from them. I can see why you’d be confused about that though.”
I tossed my head back, letting out a shout of laughter. “I swear, you are the most irritating, abrasive, snarky woman I’ve ever met.”
Reese stepped in a little closer, barely leaving any space between us as she looked up into my eyes. “And that’s exactly why you want me so bad, isn’t it?”
“I’m not into evil princesses with nasty attitudes, no matter how good they look.”
“And I’m not into arrogant mechanics with sticks up their asses.” She cocked an eyebrow. “So where exactly do we go from here?”
Before either of us could say anything else, I heard someone call her name from over my shoulder. I glanced back to see a car I hadn’t even heard pull up, a silver Lexus with chrome trimmings. Nice.
Standing on the other side of it was one of those corporate type of dudes that I had – correctly, apparently – pegged as Reese’s type. He stepped from behind the car, cautiously, wearing khakis on purpose, and looking between me and Reese like he was considering a call to the police. He called her name again, still cautious, damn near high-pitched, and I didn’t even bother trying to hide my derisive smirk as I turned back to her.
“This is the nigga that was going to “kill me” over you?” I chuckled, shaking my head. Her nostrils flared as she scowled at me, hard, but her lack of denial answered my question. “Hey, listen…” I dropped my head toward her, speaking into her ear. “You ever need somebody to hit it right… you let me know. Aiight?”
“Reese, are you okay?”
I rolled my eyes. Here this dude was, creeping up like he couldn’t see the big J&P Auto logo on my chest.
“I’m fine, Gray,” Reese said, stepping around me. His eyes bulged out when he saw how she was dressed. “He’s from the dealership, he was just here dropping the car off. And now he’s about to go.”
Reese held out her hand, and I dropped the keys into it. “You have a nice day ma’am,” I said, then turned to walk to the other car, where my coworker was waiting. “Oh!” I turned back, and “Gray” was already in her face, looking like he was about to get cursed out. They both looked up, and I winked at Reese. “Don’t forget my offer.”